Twice in four months we have called out a plumber, in part because I screwed up. I placed faith in labels and modern appliances.
The last time I called the plumber, it was because I overloaded our in-sink disposal with coffee grounds. We ended up with new piping under the sink and a more powerful disposal system. I was admonished for my idiocy, and we moved on.
Today our basement toilet flooded the bathroom, the nearby laundry room, plus bookshelves and boxes of trains that were in the vicinity. We took the wet-dry vacuum to what we could, but then called the plumber.
"Hey we remember you," the plumber laughed. "It's a good thing you're a Diamond Club customer. We'll only charge you $600 for today's job."
The "job" took all day and several contractors. The first lady who came in quickly assessed that the situation required more than she was equipped to do. She called another plumber--one who unclogs pipes. I kept hearing him say, "I've never seen anything quite like this." He also didn't see what was clogging our plumbing system.
So he called two friends, one of whom asked, "Do you have any pets?"
I answered in the affirmative, and added that the pet in question is feline.
"Do use flushable litter?"
"Snap out of it," I was politely told.
"But it says...right on the bag," I argued.
"The bag lies," said one of the plumbers, stating the obvious. Then he smiled and said that he makes more money off customers like me.
Glad I could help the local economy.